thoughts about Apple (third position)

She is the sacred fruit that connects to images of reason,

Yet she also spirals out in waves of sensual temptation;

And her pleasure -rich and ruddy- is very welcome here.

At first glance, she is an apple

But she is so much more than that.

For Lucifer spools; and with his such soft subtle thrusts,

He begs us to question: -exactly- who it is that we trust.

And as the snake slowly circles, its penetration close,

Is it really our innocence that we have lost,

Or, are we -as always-  merely fools on an errand?

I take her in my hands,

I embrace her entire

For from here and from here, such life resides!  

so I gnaw I chomp I break through with one scrunch

Into the firm yet fleshy fruit, that stings my senses,

and  finally slakes my  ardent appetite.